The Black Towers erected across each dimension.
And the players who challenge them.
In truth, it's no exaggeration to say that the outcome of the Black Towers is already decided.
The higher you climb, the more unfavorable it becomes for players.
Especially from the 81st floor onward, gigantic monsters begin to appear, and with each floor the difficulty skyrockets.
No player has ever made it past this section.
Earth No. 1,001 is a bit of a special case, but still.
Fine.
Let's say they somehow kill everything.
What about the 89th floor?
That's where dragons appear.
True dragons—demonic dragons or berserk dragons—corrupted beings of pure destruction.
And then the 90th floor.
The Black Tower's ultimate bulwark.
An impregnable wall guarded by the strongest lifeform in existence: the Ancient Dragon.
That is precisely why the administrators of the Black Tower on Earth No. 1,001 gave up on the summoner and let him climb freely.
In the end, he would stop.
Everything that begins must end, and that end is the dragon section.
And yet—
it appeared.
The summoner had entered the Korean Black Tower's 88th floor.
[So you've finally arrived.]
A holographic video flickered to life.
[Nothing's changed, right?]
[Yes. All existing members remain the same.]
[What about the nuclear-explosion ban patch? Any changes?]
[Still prohibited. Nuclear weapons will not function.]
[Hmm.]
Still, they couldn't afford to relax.
It was always like this.
Every time they thought, He won't clear it this time, he would conquer it in the blink of an eye and move up.
So they had to act on the assumption that even the Sand Dragon could be defeated.
They had already sent a warning to the free-contract dragon on the 89th floor—
the Berserk Dragon Hasphus.
Told it not to be arrogant.
That the summoner was the strongest they had ever encountered.
As for the 90th floor…
Was there even a need to say anything?
Just then—
[Huh?!]
One of the administrator engineers gasped.
[What? What is it?]
[Uh—h-his level… it's 90.]
[ … What?]
Level 90.
Levels don't lie.
It meant not only the 88th-floor Sand Dragon, but the 89th floor had already been cleared.
[You're telling me he killed the 89th-floor free-contract dragon?]
[ … I-it would seem so.]
But that couldn't have happened on this Earth's Black Tower.
It was still uncleared.
Which meant—
Earth No. 675.
The free-contract dragon on that Black Tower's 89th floor had been defeated.
[This is insane. Just how did those idiots manage their tower?]
They let a dragon get killed?
No matter how much they trusted the Ancient Dragon on the 90th floor.
Pathetic.
Unfit to be administrators.
Let's hear what kind of excuse they come up with.
[Send a transmission to the administrators of No. 675. We need answers.]
But—
[I-I can't. We can't contact them.]
Those bastards.
[Are they retaliating because we ignored their communications before?]
No matter how bad blood runs, if a dragon got wiped out they should cooperate.
[ … That's not it.]
The engineer hesitated, then continued.
[They're currently marked as absent. That's what the status message says.]
Absent?
[All of them? Designer, engineer, maker?]
[It appears so.]
All three gone at once?
[Don't tell me… higher-ups intervened—]
At that very moment—
[Ah!]
[What?!]
[T-this is insane!]
The administrators' eyes flew open.
On the hologram feed from the 88th floor—
the Sand Dragon was being torn to shreds.
By a single sub-summoned.
Unbelievable.
That Sand Dragon—so easily?
The divine might the Mad Demon displayed.
Honestly, it shocked me.
Was this really the power of a soul and body whose frequencies had been aligned?
'This is way too different.'
A monster that once couldn't even be scratched by a crescent slash was now being ground into paste by crescent energy like a blender?
Of course I'd be curious.
"So, while we were fighting that evil dragon in the mental realm, the Sword Immortal appeared. He said he sent his primal spirit instead of his true body…"
Primal spirit?
Is that a game term?
Apparently it's like an avatar.
In a space similar to the soul realm, the Sword Immortal's primal spirit provided individualized guidance to each sub-summoned.
"Oh!"
What about the others?
Carried away, Juhyeok cleared Tower No. 2's 88th floor as well.
And then repeated it.
A total of five 88th-floor clears.
First up—Gobang, using gigantification.
Our taciturn big brother.
Before, his gigantification was like inflating a balloon.
But after soul–body frequency alignment and the Sword Immortal's teaching, it was on a completely different level.
Gobang's muscles compressed again and again—stronger, faster, more agile.
He grappled with the Sand Dragon, then in the blink of an eye moved behind it, grabbed its tail, swung it around, and slammed it into the sand—
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Ha! Simple and merciless! This is true barbarism."
"The warrior is pleased with the summoner's praise."
"Tail monsters are something to watch out for. If Gobang grabs and slams them, it's over."
Kosak?
A perfect fusion of Shadow Steps and the Hartmann Sword Form.
"Shk-shk! Shshshut! Shshshshshsh!"
"Uh… you don't really need to make sound effects with your mouth—"
"It feels more real with sound effects. Shshshut!"
Then—
Spot, spot, spot!
Moving faster than the eye could follow, he closed in on the Sand Dragon.
Slash—cut the arm.
Slash—cut the leg.
Slash—cut the tail.
Slash—cut the head.
"Pass! Grand Master Kosak."
"I'm trembling myself. I've become complete. Am I a Kosak of both pen and sword?"
"It's like Zhuge Liang and Zhao Zilong combined. Hahaha!"
"Oh, you flatter me. Hehehe."
Bardin's radiance now carried sacred immortal power.
A mystical light that nullified not only undead, but all unholy things.
Applied to his shield—
"Light!!!"
A beam of radiant brilliance shot forth from the shield.
Exposed to it, the Sand Dragon was blinded.
"Whew, I almost went blind myself. That shield's reassuring."
"Loyalty! For the glory of my lord!"
As for Archmage Be—
her magic power had nearly doubled.
The magigun's strength scaled with the user's mana.
And mixed within her mana was a trace of immortal energy.
That alone was enough.
Her small-caliber rounds, once meant only for harassment and pulling, now dealt real damage to the Sand Dragon.
There was no need to fire sub–light-speed rounds.
She'd pepper holes in its hide with rapid small rounds, then shove a large-caliber shot into the openings.
The downside was that the recoil had increased along with the destructive power.
Bang! Bang-bang!
Lurch! Jolt!
Crushing recoil, even from small rounds.
… Ahem.
She kept a straight face.
"Perfect accuracy and destructive power! Let's promote Archmage Be. At this level, you earn stars. Says the Archmage—no, forget archmage."
"A promotion?"
"Yes. Skip junior and senior officer—straight to brigadier general."
"… Brigadier general is a bit much."
Too far?
"Colonel?"
Shake.
"… Lieutenant colonel?"
"Hm."
"Major it is. From now on, Major Be!"
Nod, nod.
Instant promotion.
If the summoner promotes a sub-summoned, who's stopping him?
"Major Veronica Calibur! Present magigun to your commanding officer!"
And then—
9-circle Archmage Mackenzie.
With soul–body frequency alignment, the nine magic circles engraved around her heart grew thicker, their rotation more ferocious.
The casting delay between spells was almost nonexistent, and the power of her fire magic was enough to melt the Sand Dragon's scales.
"Our fire mage is as fiery as ever."
"Well, this much is nothing. Fire magic is trivial, really."
"… Then what—?"
"The true lesson I gained is this."
At that instant—
Swoong, swoong.
Two smartphones floated behind Mackenzie.
"Telekinetic phones. I've been reborn as a true director of photography—still lacking, but."
"..."
And then Gyeon Dallae.
Perhaps the one who benefited the most.
With one talisman, she bound the Sand Dragon's body.
With another, she weakened it.
With yet another, she turned the dragon into an idiot.
Enhancement of talisman abilities through immortal energy.
If that's the case…
"Then what about luck talismans?"
"Young Master already possesses the highest possible fortune. Using one might actually backfire—"
"So you're saying I shouldn't be greedy?"
"You honor me with your understanding."
On the other hand, Jephet and the Blood Wolf hadn't changed all that much.
They were stronger, but there was no dramatic impact.
Maybe it was an issue of rank?
"It's okay. Don't be too discouraged."
"Yes…"
"Whiiine."
Aliamari as well—
Well, she's an alchemist.
She doesn't often accompany tower climbs anyway.
Still—
"This summoner is deeply moved by everyone's brilliant growth. Let us give ourselves a round of applause!"
Clap clap clap clap clap!
"And also, let us send a message of thanks to Sword Immortal, who gave so generously before leaving—though he may not hear it."
Thank you, truly.
Even though it was only one meeting, it helped us immensely.
Sword Immortal, savior of Earth.
I hope we meet again someday.
I'll prepare even better bikes, better snacks, better drinks—lots and lots of them.
Final tally.
Total badges accumulated: 214.
There should have been 81 badges left, but due to the Beyond Transcendence random summon consuming 30 badges, the physical badges remaining are 51.
I'll be able to claim two special rewards.
I won't check them now—I'll save them up and open them all at once.
So, what now?
Do we head up to the 89th floor?
"No problem, even if it's the 90th floor."
"Right. Supreme demon dragon, Ancient dragon—swap them around and we'll kill them. We'll kill two."
"Quite effortless. Though it would be better to start with Earth No. 675 rather than this tower."
That's right.
We still need to go to Earth No. 675.
Due to administrative abuse of authority, the mission targets for the 89th and 90th floors were swapped, so the Black Tower on Earth No. 675 now has the 89th-floor monster sitting there.
We already killed a supreme demon dragon—what's one more?
Let's go like it's a field trip.
"Come to think of it, we still haven't received the rewards."
Were the errors fixed?
We'll find out when we go.
But before that—
"Let's go welcome our new members."
Random summon, let's go!
"It has been truly a long time."
"Yes! Don't worry about newbie training."
We should brag to the new souls.
We're a party that kills dragons.
And around the time Juhyeok had killed the 88th-floor Sand Dragon five times,
a video popped up on YouTube.
The title was:
Video description: Please enjoy the late hero's insanely awesome footage.
Unit No. 2 footage?
Insanely awesome, sure—but "in memory"?
Did it die again?
Is Unit No. 3 coming out too?
The Immortal Realm.
A world where immortals who transcended human limits dwell.
What do people usually imagine the Immortal Realm to be like?
Typically:
Clear streams flowing through rugged mountains, immortal cranes and spiritual beasts frolicking about, and immortals playing Go atop broad stone slabs—a hidden paradise apart from the world.
But there also exists a bizarre Immortal Realm that completely shatters such preconceptions.
An Immortal Realm into which parallel-universe Earth civilization was transplanted through dimensional travel.
A place so indistinguishable from 21st-century Earth that one can hardly call it the Immortal Realm at all.
In the heart of that Immortal Realm's city center, buildings stood everywhere.
The tallest among them bore a sign: Immortal Realm Multiplex.
Vrrr, vroom.
Sword Immortal's bike sped along the smooth asphalt road and arrived at the multiplex.
"Hey, Sword Immortal."
"Hey, Guigok."
The immortal called Guigok tilted his head as he looked at the bike.
"That's a bike I've never seen before."
"I got myself one."
"How much did it cost? Must've been at least 30,000 celestial peaches. Did you put it on installments?"
"It was a gift."
"Huh? A gift? That's a violation of Immortal Realm law. You'll get it confiscated!"
"It's fine. I brought it from another Earth."
Guigok blinked, puzzled.
"… What? A completely different Earth, not the one connected to us?"
"That's right. A separate Earth we've never experienced. I've got something to show you anyway, so gather everyone."
The rumor spread.
Sword Immortal had gone to a parallel-universe Earth not connected to the Immortal Realm.
Immortals packed the multiplex theater.
Then the footage Sword Immortal had recorded was screened.
Sword Immortal added his own explanations.
The current state of the parallel Earth where Great Hero Bong lived.
The dangers threatening that Earth.
How humanity was dealing with them.
But the immortals had little interest in Black Towers, tower raids, monsters, or supreme demon dragons.
Instead, they stared greedily at the items Sword Immortal had brought back in his infinite space as "proof."
"Good heavens, an Apple Pad Pro 8th generation? Has it already launched over there? It hasn't even gone on preorders here yet."
"It launched already. I got the high-end model."
"An Andromeda 28S smartphone? Did the camera performance improve?"
"Two-hundred-times digital zoom."
"And that liquor—what is it? Johnny Wicker Purple Label? That exists?"
"Top-tier. Over three million won per bottle."
Enjoying the immortals' excited reactions, Sword Immortal continued.
"And did you know this?"
"What?"
"That drama we watched—The Youngest Son of a Conglomerate Family."
"Huh? The one that butchered the ending of the original web novel?"
"Yes. That Earth adapted it too. The title is The Fourth Son of a Conglomerate Family."
"Whoa—then the ending?"
"A refreshing, satisfying ending. Faithful to the original."
"Ohhh! Not the 'it was all a dream' ending?"
"Exactly. I downloaded it onto this pad. We'll screen it shortly. Admission is ten celestial peaches."
The theater buzzed noisily.
But then—
"With all those precious items you brought back, what did you give in return?"
"… Hmm."
Sword Immortal frowned awkwardly, then slowly spoke.
"I used immortal energy to fix the unharmonized bodies of Great Hero Bong's allies. Whew, it was exhausting—really worked hard."
"That's it?"
"Oh! I also gave them celestial peaches."
"How many?"
"Quite a lot."
"How many exactly? Don't try to dodge."
Sword Immortal hesitated, then answered.
"… About a hundred?"
"What?"
"A hundred celestial peaches?"
"Are you insane?"
"Y-y-you—!"
The immortals jumped to their feet, pointing at Sword Immortal.
"I knew it."
"What a thief."
"You brought back all these priceless items for just a hundred peaches?"
"A vicious scammer."
"We knew Sword Immortal was a con artist, but this is too much."
"That Apple Pad alone is worth well over three thousand peaches."
Sword Immortal stammered in defense.
"I-I only had that many peaches… Ah! I also gave them monkey fur."
"Monkey fur? You should've given the Ruyi Jingu Bang itself, and even that wouldn't be enough! And you gave them a few dirty hairs?"
"No shame at all."
"At the very least, you should've wiped out all those Black Tower whatever-things for them."
"That's right. Then the karmic ties would've been stronger."
"You should've made sure to establish a solid connection for the future."
"Yeah, who knows? We might get summoned too."
"Short-sighted greed led to great loss. Sword Immortal's greed ruined everything."
"We could've met that ultra-rich Great Hero Bong ourselves."
The criticism didn't stop.
"Black Tower my ass. If it were me, I'd kick the whole thing over and smash it."
"If I were summoned, I'd clear not the 90th floor but the 900th."
"If it got tough, you could just call Yama."
"That old Jade Emperor has nothing to do anyway—just loafs around."
"It's because he's stupid. Sword-ascended immortals never think straight."
"Why lump everyone together? That's Sword Immortal's problem."
Finally—
"Send Sword Immortal to the Netherworld. Charge him with fraud and corruption and throw him into the Scorching Hell!"
"Before that, make him cough up that infinite space."
"That's right! Take it all out."
"If you don't, we'll report you!"
"Should we call right now?"
Sword Immortal let out a long sigh.
'Damn it. I shouldn't have said anything.'
I should've just enjoyed it quietly.
Looks like I'll have to hand the stuff over.
Gotta shut them up.
If this reaches the wrong ears, things will get very troublesome.
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